And, my fair and faithful readers, the end.

Thank you for reading this obnoxious fan fiction, and I hope to see you in the future if I write any more Death Note. :D

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If there were two deaths in Light's life he would never forget, it was both his father's, and L's.

With L's death, the surprise and shock was so easy to pull off it made Light want to laugh. But he held it off as he held L from hitting the ground (even though it would have pleased Light very much if L hit the ground with a dull thud) and stared into the man's eyes. Light swore that he saw the word "Kira" on his lips. L would die knowing who Kira was, and Light was sure that he knew already. It didn't matter much, anyways. If they were alone together, Light would probably have admitted to L that he was Kira, just to make him suffer even more than death made him. But they were not alone, so he could not say this.

I win.

As Light sobbed with L slowly drifting away in his arms, he was thinking, I am the champion. As Light screamed, "YOU CAN'T DIE, L!" he was thinking, Die, and die very quickly, you stupid genius. As Light was moaning about how he wanted to kill Kira, he was thinking about how easily Kira killed L.

And with his father's death, Light sobbed. Some of it was real; some of it was remembering the time he stabbed his father with the umbrella, and how the snow never looked pure to him again. He was seeing spots of red on snow patches for months afterward. And some of his sobbing was faked, acting; he had to play the sad little son. Just like he played the sad little friend with L's death. Yeah. It was easy.

But Light wasn't sad. Not really. No, not at all. He just wanted his father to write down Mello's name! If he could just do that… if he could just….

"You're…not Kira."

The words didn't surprise him. He planned this out. When his father got the Eyes he had to make sure he saw with the Eyes exactly what Light wanted him to see; that his lifespan was there. And boom. No one would suspect him. If L was still around, he would have seen through this plan. But L wasn't around, and the rest of the detectives loved him and his father, and they would never question a grieving son.

"Of course I'm not!" Light's voice cracked, and it took all of his willpower not to smile at this little convenience. Wow, he really sounded sad, didn't he?

My father is mortal, as I found out when I stabbed him with the umbrella. He is mortal and I have more control over him. I proved that, too, when I stabbed him. If a little boy was able to stab a dull umbrella tip into a grown man…maybe….

Maybe he should die.

There was no place in the world for weak people. No, not in Light's mind. There were the people who wanted to fight Kira, the ones that wanted to join him, and the ones that didn't know anything so they cowered in the corners. All of those people had to be killed, none of them were the people Light wanted in his new world. And if Light wanted to create a new world, a better world, he would have to get rid of the people that held it back.

He would find a girl, maybe, and after he got rid of everyone else, he would make kids with her and raise them the way he wanted. Yes. This was very God-like of him, no?

Of course, after a while, I'd have to kill of the woman. Women are annoying.

Especially Misa. God, Misa. She pranced around in her underwear hoping to make Light horny enough so they could go in the bedroom but he never wanted her like that, nor did her need her. He could pleasure himself better than she could pleasure him, any day. Misa's mind wasn't used enough to his liking, nor did it have the capacity to be used constantly. Misa was all looks, and she had always gotten off on that just fine, but Light hated her with a passion he could not show. Because, even if he hated it, he needed her. Oh, yes, he needed her very badly.

And after his father died, it wasn't that hard faking sadness. On some level, Light was very sad, because it was, after all, someone that he had grown up with and known all his life. But on another level, one that consumed him and made the other level feel so small that it was virtually not there, he was happy that he got yet another roadblock out of the way. And, as an added bonus, the detectives around him wanted him to be the second L, and lead the taskforce to what they thought was going to be victory. That was something he was not suspecting, and something that made him very happy indeed.

Sometimes, late at night, Light wondered how things would end. It that was not that he was worried, for he had everything under control, and nothing was going out of plan, but he was curious as to how things would turn out. Would he die? No, that was silly, Light couldn't die, Light was God, the most pivotal character in the human race. How could God die? Gods could not die, which meant Light couldn't die. He was sure of it.

He had no idea of how badly his cockiness was blinding him until he met Near, who reminded him instantly of a wannabe L. Even when Light introduced himself as the "Second L" he could hear the jealous, incredulous tone in Near's voice. Light felt a small sense of satisfaction as he heard it. The little boy wishes to be L. He probably knew L, before he died. He was probably even heartbroken over the news that his precious L…

Light felt like he had to laugh. Heartbroken. Over a death! Death was a part of being a human (unless you were a God) and he was sick and tired of humans being freaked out about it. He liked death, when others were experiencing it, others that deserved to experience it. He thought death was as natural as getting four when you plugged in two plus two on your calculator. He had been using death as his tool for years now, carefully manipulating it with his clever brain and fingers. That's what Gods did. They were the ones who decided when someone would die, how, and if they deserved it. Death was on their side.

Everything was going according to plan, and then…

And then that stupid rat boy Near had to go and mess everything up with figuring out something-or-another. And then that other stupid Chocoholic Mello or whatever had to steal a major character in his plan and lead to her death! He was infuriated by this, but Kiyomi wasn't that important to him, personally. She was another women and women bugged him. Plus, it was easier to have her gone so he didn't have to worry about her saying something that would give things away. That was a huge relief off his shoulders.

From Kiyomi's death, everything spiraled down. He thought everything was going to be okay, just like he thought there was an intruder outside his door, and yet it was only his father. He had harmed his father for nothing!…Just like he had harmed L, Mello, that Matt guy, Watari, and all the rest of them, for nothing, as well? Was this all just something that could have been avoided, unnecessary? If he had never picked up that Note…

Let's think. Where would I be now, if I had never picked up that Note? If I had ignored the obvious sign that the Former God had given me, and walked back to my house, I would have probably studied right after. And then what? Lived my life, of course. Maybe I would have become a detective like my father and sat alongside him, catching criminals that way. But I'll always like my way better. Setting them in a jail cell to rot the rest of their lives may not be the best punishment…death, however, death my way, will always be the best thing for someone who doesn't obey law. That is the ultimate Justice. That is what should be done.

And if that is what should be done, Light should die, too. Of course, Light did not believe this, for he didn't want to die, nor did he think it would be best for the world he was creating. A world without a God would perish. He would not die, as long as he could help it.

I'm glad I picked up that note. I'm so, so glad.

But Near. Near had figured things out. How? He was, what, eight years old? Five? He couldn't be any older than twelve years old, Light thought, and he had foiled his plan? How in the world could a mere mortal figure out a God's plan? It made no sense, it made Light feel sick, and standing there as Mikami apologized over and over again for how badly he messed up, Light was sure of one thing.

He was not going to die.

So he screamed. He screamed that he was innocent, he was being set up, he was Light, just Light, and everyone trusted Light. But they all just stared blankly back at him. He still had one trick up his sleeve but Near was too quick for him, then, too; they took the piece of Note paper hidden in his watch and Light no longer had anything to keep him from dying. There was nothing there.

I'm not gonna die! Get a hold of yourself and run!

And then shots. Shots coming from everywhere. Someone screaming, everything was blurry, and there was so much pain but Light felt and heard and saw none of it. He was concentrated solely on trying to stay alive. He needed to be God, right?! He needed to create this new world and how would it live on without him? Without Light? The world would burst into flames!

And it was Matsuda who was shooting him and oh, how much pain there was but there was nothing Light could do to stop it. So he threw open the doors of the warehouse and starting running as fast as he could with no feeling in his body, and he heard Near telling them to let him go, he would die soon. And the words slowly melted into his skin, and he would have shivered, if it weren't for the fact that he couldn't feel anything.

I can't…I won't…die…

But eventually, Light was too tired to move anymore so he laid down on some steps and stared up at the ceiling. He watched the colors mock him. They seemed to be laughing at how stupid he was, how he could let a child beat him, how he thought everything would work out when clearly nothing was going to.

As the blood rushed out of his body, he found himself thinking about his father laying on the cold, snowy ground, and how he too must have felt the blood leaving his body along with his life. It was as if every drop of blood was combined with a part of your soul, and as more blood rushed from the wounds more of your soul left, too. It was the most horrible, vile, excruciating thing that Light had ever felt before. Losing your life slowly on cold, hard steps.

But you felt this before, haven't you, Light?

Yes. The moment Light picked up the Death Note, he felt as if his soul had begun to start pouring from his body.

You always knew this would end badly, didn't you Light?

No. Yes. No. Some part of him did. The blinded by Justice side did not.

Do you wish you had never picked up that Death Note, Light?

He felt the last trickles of his soul stroll casually out of his body. His blood made his clothes soggy, and everything around him was uncomfortable and the pain was excruciating. But he still found himself thinking hard about this question the ceiling asked him. Did he wish this? Would he want to have never experienced the power that came with the Note? Did he take back Kira?

Light laughed in his head, since his lips didn't seem to be able to move, his voice box dead; the sound echoed around his skull. Did he wish this? Take back Kira, get your life back. Was that a fair exchange?

When I'm gone, what will become of the world?

The ceiling pressed on. Do you wish you could take the Note back, Light Yagami?

Light closed his eyes, his chest stopping. His heart stopped too. His soul was gone, mixed with his blood in a pool around him. The world seemed to have stopped turning in that moment. He heard no traffic, and the ceiling wasn't dancing. Everything was motionless.

If I could wish for anything in the world…

I'd wish for Lillie to kiss me.

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The first two people I would like to thank are FFYP-det-Yagami and Solkongen, who are the two people whom are probably the ones that kept me writing this. So thank you very much; you two are amazing!

Secondly, I'd like to thank my friend, SwityGirl, who is just an amazing person in general. I couldn't get through the trials I get through without her help (GO READ HER FANFICZ).

And I'd like to thank the rest of you readers who read this. I really hope you like it. I realize some of you may not have liked this ending, but I really do, for reasons I can't express. So thank you thank you thank you for reading, times a zillion, and I'd be so happy if you reviewed. :]